Chapter 1627: Chapter 1627
1627: Chapter 1623: Nightmare 1627: Chapter 1623: Nightmare “Delicious, really delicious!”
this is what it feels like to be alive.”
“Much better than the rotten fish in the sea.”
The once magnificent hall has now turned into a bloody dining room.
The once high and mighty council members have now become delicacies on the table.
“Eat, why aren’t you eating?”
And the once high and mighty Princess, this time, is rarely enjoying the “Princess” treatment…
On the plates is “human,” and in the dining seat is the former “human Princess,” now a Fishman matron.
She opened her mouth, trying to take a bite, but tears came out without her knowing.
“Haha, look at her crying!”
“Is she regretting or afraid?”
“Eat quickly, or we’ll eat you!”
And the exotic guests with a taste for malice are just waiting for this moment.
They also know that this kind of reticence and crocodile tears are no different, delicious…
Once again, the filthy Fishman Princess, with her mouth full of sharp teeth, weeps while heartily eating.
And what she says “delicious” is not an exaggeration…
her current taste buds are relaying back the flavor of delicious fresh food.
“…How can it be so delicious.”
As she speaks and eats, her tears stop, and drool runs from her mouth.
Her greedy eyes turn towards other people’s plates…
then she is slapped to the ground and rolls around lamenting.
The surrounding lords have also lost interest, this toy has become numb, it seems time to find a new one…
What they want is a pitiful soul struggling in a new body, not something greedy and completely unscrupulous.
“…How about we go catch some guerrilla fighters and members of the resistance army next?”
“Let the children have some fun, but don’t be too greedy.”
“Uh, let’s try to catch a few from the sea…”
The greedy lords crave more playthings.
In a corner, the Fishman Leader, similar to a whale, eats the most.
To be precise, the flesh of a truckload is only enough for him to finish in a few bites, as if eating bread.
Their so frantic attack on Sakura Island, much of it was for this taste of Blood Food…
In fact, most of them no longer need to feed, but for them it’s a form of enjoyment, and due to the many dangers in this sea, many have been enduring for a very long time.
Now, the survivors of Sakura Island are not enough for them to divide and eat…
Princess Yizi’s dream was impossible from the start.
What they need is not a colonial Kingdom, but an entire flesh Ranch.
In fact, in a certain area, they have already started to breed “Flesh People,” accelerating the reproduction of low-intellect flesh humans under the drive of extraordinary power.
This is true desecration and the cause of rage for several human Quasi-Gods.
“…The taste of flesh uncorrupted by pollutants, truly delicious.”
“Soft, mushy brain flavor, tasty…”
Savage words are but praise from these Beasts enjoying their feast, as if humans dining in a high-end restaurant.
These lord-level creatures follow the Big Shot because here lies the most abundant flesh reserves…
When the island fell, too many Life forms failed to evacuate.
What annoys them, it seems, is that the performance of the Joker during meals has become more and more boring.
Some begin to complain, some make more demands, and some even propose to take some “Flesh People” out to set up a Beast arena…
Some of them look at the Fishman Princess with malice, as if pondering her status in Beast Chess, whether she’ll be the hunted Beast or the foul-smelling, treacherous betrayer of her own kind.
As they talk, they grow excited, and to them, this long expedition is their life; incessantly seeking new entertainment is their happiest time…
Suddenly, a Quasi-God Creature that had been silent spoke up.
His eyes, as big as a small car, swept around.
The “amount” that was usually enough to satisfy his hunger felt insufficient this time.
He reached out his hand subconsciously, slapped twice at random, and killed two Fishmen…
then tossed them into his mouth like peanuts and chewed them up in one bite.
His gaze continued to sweep around, slightly hesitant…
In the next moment, his appetite surged, and he snatched away another Fishman Leader’s plate, gulping it down in just two bites.
But still, it wasn’t enough.
After some thought, his gaze landed on a Fishman Leader.
Seemingly, quite delicious?
“….” He fell silent, closed his eyes, and went into a deep sleep.
He still had his sanity; a Quasi-God’s reasoning wasn’t so easily clouded by desires…
it’s just that most of the time, they had no intention of restraining their desires.
As he slept deeply, others’ voices grew louder.
Soon, the flesh was devoured cleanly…
and yet, the hunger didn’t subside.
“…Brother, you smell so good.”
Unconsciously, a lord took a deep sniff of his own “brother”…
then to his delight, he found that his forcefulness had gone too far, having swallowed his “brother’s” head, leaving a headless corpse spewing blood.
Thus, he joyfully resumed his feast.
But before he could take a few more bites…
a stronger lord drove him away.
Hunger is the most fundamental instinct of life forms, the material need to maintain the survival of a life.
The “hunger” of the Extraordinary is also an instinct to live on…
Ordinary matter provides them with extremely limited nutrition, only “high-level pollutants” can fill them up.
Suddenly, a Fishman wiped his cheek, and beneath where his right eye used to be, another munching eye had appeared.
“…..You’re laughing at me!”
With a fierce punch, he struck another Fishman.
His “eye” saw it, the one across that was mocking him.
“I’m facing away from you, how can I laugh at you!
Just say it if you want my meat!”
Two Fishman Leaders fought …
Such things were common, but this time, the fight seemed more vicious, ignited with true fury.
“Muda’s face on the back of his head is laughing at Suer…”
Utterly incomprehensible words, yet they were reality, as another mouth had grown on the back of that Fishman Leader’s head, not only ridiculing the other’s foolishness but also spitting Fishman curses.
“….Haha, the meat is mine now.”
And their unattended plates were Divide and Eated by others.
More and more Fishman Leaders developed strange appendages, but even more bizarre was their acceptance of it all as normal.
Only Princess Yizi, with her soul and body out of sync, seemed unaffected, watching everything unfold with a face full of terror.
Some Fishmen grew eyes all over their bodies, some suddenly had arms growing from their backs, extending downwards for support.
A nightmarish scene become reality, Princess Yizi curled up into a ball, her face full of fear and unease.
Was she really unaffected?
In fact, she had eaten a lot, one of the first to start.
She just didn’t dare to move, trying her best to shrink into a ball, to avoid becoming a meal for others.
Suddenly, she couldn’t catch her breath, widened her eyes, as if she had seen some Devil…
In the next instant, she looked down sharply, only to see the eyes that were peering at her.
It was a human face, a familiar face, belonging to herself.
“Princess Yizi” climbed up from her belly, and what brought about the suffocation was those once-familiar “human hands”, now strangling her own throat.
“Traitor to the Kingdom!
A betrayer…” Words full of hatred, came out from her own “face.”